“ What a trio we are: wolf, dragon and . . .” Ronan bit back the word. Shifter. He sat straighter in the saddle, raising one hand in farewell as his mount broke through the last of the boundary mists. “… Maeve Greyson
“ She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo made Kenna squirm in the saddle. Maeve Greyson
“ Scotland - The Highlands - Thirteenth Century "Have ye e'er seen such a lovely set o' bosoms? Maeve Greyson
